[hypoconsequence_blog]

I got a sweet needle stuck in my arm this morning. You know, blood work for my appointment with Not House later this week and all that jazz. At this point, having another needle in my arm doesn't really phase me. It's just part of the routine. As far as the appointment itself, I have some mixed emotions. I suppose when it comes down to it, it's all just varying degrees of anticipation.

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